Rising From A Delivery Boy Novels & Stories

Anna asked, curiosity in her voice. “Ever since my father was taken away, I was alone. Sometimes I had to steal food on the streets just to survive. Some days I got caught, other days I didn’t. When I got older, I worked in factories, earning very little, barely enough to get by. One day, after being fired for arguing with my boss about not being paid fully, I was walking home when I ran into the Boss outside an abandoned warehouse. I approached him and begged him to let me work for him, reminding him that I was the little boy he once saved. At first, he refused, but I kept insisting, telling him I wanted to pledge myself to him for saving me. And that is how I ended up here,” Anthony said.

I drained every last cent of our family's savings and then risked my life by selling my blood three separate times on the black market just to fund Zachary's ticket to the city. But when I presented the official paperwork to Zachary, all I got was a flat, emotionless word of gratitude that was delivered without a hint of a smile. In time, he climbed the ranks with ease and became the factory manager. At the same time, I managed to join the factory on my own merit and earned an entry-level position.

"After that incident, my father was upset and suggested having me a job to think of my actions. You know to act like an adult. I've been working as a deliverer to deliver food. You got to believe me; I want to talk. Please, Aphrodite." I had my back against the door and let out a sigh. With a hand, I rubbed my face and made a decision. Although I didn't trust Clark, I had to be highly alert. I was no longer afraid and had to face the boy who almost took my virtue. His voice sounds apologetic though I have doubts it's just one of his charms. Opening the door, I glared at him, standing there wearing regular clothes and holding my Chinese food in his hand. Damn, out of all the delivery guys, wh

He wiped of his shirt and put on his hat in a good position for he was about to make that magical entrance and use that sick phrase he has been holding for a while. “Don’t tell me youre trying to bring out that sick drama of yours Valentine, this is not just the right time for that, we have a life at stake here, a mate!” cadis tries to warn him but he walks out of the bush majestically and stands in the middle of the pathway, giving that superhero look and raises his head the cargos then stopped right in front of him. Valentine was ready to stop the cargo.

"If someone crosses your boundaries, don't be afraid to say no. If you stay silent when someone tries something small, they'll keep testing how far they can go until they reach their ultimate goal. In the end, it's always the girl who pays the price. Nobody cares about who the bad guy is. All eyes will be on the victim. Stand tall, and never let them win." One day, after picking up my daughter from school, I saw a new homeless man wandering the streets. It was David. After losing the lawsuit to me, many of his employees resigned, and the company soon went under. His wife, disgusted with him, kicked him out of their home. He had no choice but to join Lisa and Henry under the bridge. As for me

“The real work happens in the back. Deliveries. Pickups. Things that don't go on the books. Our deliveries are for special needs." "What kind sir?” He paused, smiled. Took a puff and stared at me. "You don't want to know.” I nodded, not daring to push it. I wasn't delivering food. Got it. "And that's where you come in." He exhaled smoke. "You're smart, Eva. But you're also scared." "I have reasons to be sir." "Call me Victor now." He dropped the cigarette. I nodded. But I didn't believe him. Men like Victor always wanted something back.

A thing I was oddly happy about, it was almost like I had a piece of that asshole with me still. As I watched two of my children bicker and begin to come to blows I sighed. I had been granted a second chance, not by God, but by my own doing, as well as Verity’s and Shamshiels; I had no doubt those two had given heaven and hell the run around. Leaning back against the wall I smiled, life had truly become something worth living again. As Vita yelled obscenities at Sabael while they bloodied each other I tilted my head back, realizing for the first time since Verity and Shamshiel, I was content. My tie thrummed with emotion as it reached out and touched Yona’s, whose tie responded in kind.

In their eyes, I was nothing more than a high-earning single man—a juicy bone they would gnaw clean no matter what. When I got home from work one day, I unlocked my door. The delivery man behind me—wearing a yellow uniform—rushed forward, shoved me inside, and slammed the door shut. I looked at him in panic. "Who are you? What do you want?" My mind raced through all those news stories about delivery men breaking in to rob and kill people. I quickly said, "I know you've just lost your way. If you want money, I'll give it to you. And I won't press charges afterward."

The man who once believed himself the ruler of Jakarta was now nothing more than a civil debtor with nowhere to go. That night, under the faint glow of streetlights, Dewangga Nasution walked out of the courthouse without a single guard or driver. He had truly become dust in the story he once tried to control, while Serena Zea had just closed the hardest chapter of her life—ready to begin a new one as the true master of her own destiny.

36 Rafael's POV Life has always been cruel to me. While growing up, my mother taught me to always work hard. Because only hard work will make the world respect me. Mom is not here with me. But her words have stayed and till date, I've been doing what I promised her— Working hard. I just finished my morning shift at a small restaurant. I work as a waiter there. I was least bit excited about college but I came anyway since my mom wanted me to get my degrees as I work my way up.